Midnight Musician | MYG

Midnight Musician | MYG

Min Yoongi Smut & Fluff One Shot

♡ Pairing: yoongi x reader established relationship au

♡ Genre: smut, fluff, idol!yoongi

♡ Word Count: 2.2k

♡ Contains: cute n fluffy moment that somehow turns into rough fucking on a grand piano, fingering (f rec.), creampie, slight hand kink, unprotected sex etc

♡ Summary: Waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of your boyfriend playing piano, you follow the noise and end up getting more from him than just a sideshow.

A/N: this was in the drafts for a hot minute but I liked it too much to abandon so here u go :]

Heavy asleep, mind turned off and tucked away in a dream, music begins to creep into your resting conscious.

Instinctively, you try to ignore it but still inevitably become more and more aware, soon opening your eyes to the dim room. Despite the lack of light, you immediately note that your boyfriend is not laying next to you. Traveling your vision to the digital clock on top of the nightstand, you softly hum in confusion.

Sitting up in bed, you’re once again greeted with a delicate noise sourced from the living room.

He’s at it again.

You fondly smile to yourself at this cute habit of Yoongi’s that you discovered, which is that he plays the piano when he can’t fall asleep. Perhaps to tire himself. A lullaby played by him and for him.

Eager to catch him in the act (and not miss out on a single note) you kick the sheets off and tiptoe your way through the tranquil apartment, over to the end of the hallway to which you lean your side onto the threshold.

Admiring your boyfriend, you cross your arms and can’t help but giggle when he gets a note wrong, his nose scrunching in frustration.

Upon your entertainment, his shy eyes dart to yours.

“What are you doing up?” He calmly asks while detaching his fingers from the keyboard, his hands lazily collapsing into his lap as he looks across the room at you, eyes helplessly noticing the way his shirt looks on you.

Walking up to join him on the small leather bench, his eyes don’t leave yours.

“Nothing… Just watching you miss those notes.”

Fitting yourself beside him, he nudges your upper arm.

“Aish, you can’t say that, had I known you were there I would’ve played way better!”

You smile once more at his whine, shaking your head before grabbing onto his wrist closest to you.

“Don’t let me stop you, you were doing good.”

He playfully rolls his eyes at your hypocritical statement but nonetheless places his fingertips back onto the glossy keys.

From the way his body is tensed up, you can tell he’s shy, and you want to tell him so badly how he shouldn’t be nervous about playing in front of you right now because, as bad as it sounds, your attention isn’t even on the noise… it’s on his hands.

Your eyes glance over every single vein that travels up his hand, sexily engraved into his slender fingers. His bitten-up thumb that he chews up when anxious. The jagged knuckles that rest atop. God, you love his hands.

“Aish…” He stops playing after missing another note, dramatically throwing his hands up in surrender. “I really need to work on tha—”

His words come to a halt as your lips capture his, and his body jolts only the slightest bit in startle before happily melting into your sudden touch.

Reluctant to end it, he forces himself to pull back, a fond lazy smile lighting up his face.

“What’s that for?”

You softly give him a few more pecks, unable to resist.

“I can’t just spontaneously kiss my boyfriend?”

He’s cherry red, and half of you has such a strong urge to pinch his dough-like cheeks because of how breathtakingly cute he looks right now, and the other half of you wants to fuck that blush right off his face.

“Pianos are like… sturdy, right?”

He furrows his brows in confusion, head tilting.

“I mean… I suppose? Mind me asking why?”

Mischievously biting your lip, you slowly stand up, fingertips toying with the fabric of his shirt.

“Do you think it’d be strong enough for me to sit on?”

You can see his already visible confusion become more prominent.

“But why would you want to sit— Oh.”

He darts his eyes away from yours, probably to hide the heat he feared was visible on his cheeks.

You and Yoongi were both naturally shy, so it took a while before you got completely comfortable with each other, and so with that being said, bold statements like that catch him completely off guard.

Not that he doesn’t like it, in fact, he loves it, he’s just shy.

“Yoongi~” you softly coo, fingertips walking up his shoulder. “I want you to fuck me on this piano.”

His eyes meet yours, hooded and dark.

His tongue hastily darts out to lick over his dry parted lips, his gaze flicking to the piano then back to you, then down your figure. Ironically, that’s the same time he felt something else rise up.

He doesn’t speak a word when he scoots the bench back and stands up, allowing you space to crawl up the piano, using the bench as a boost up.

You cautiously steer clear of the keys, not wanting to break anything or ruin the comfortable, desire-filled, silence with a sudden off-note.

Having maneuvered over to the opposite end of the piano, your back faces him and you casually strip his baggy shirt off of your body as you await his proximity.

The second the hook of your bra sprung open, your breasts slipping out and erecting in the open air, you hear footsteps gradually get closer until finally, the tops of his thighs are poking against your closed knees and his large hands are prying them apart, getting comfortable in between.

His gaze stays fixated on your breasts and how erect they are, and without much contemplation he allows those same hands- the ones that lead you to want to do this in the first place- to your breasts, squeezing ever so softly, almost like a massage. Each time he applied pressure his soft skin would graze your nipple, causing a series of very small, light moans to escape from you.

“Can’t believe we haven’t thought about this before…” You think aloud, breaking the comfortable silence with your soft mumble.

“Thought about fucking on a piano?”

His airy chuckle that followed his dumbfounded reiteration was still laced with slight nerves, the tinge of pink slowly slipping past his features the more the lust and desire take over.

“I suppose there’s a first for everything, right?”

Yoongi’s instantly brought back to the night he took your virginity, that beautiful, beautiful night. It was so pure. So incredibly intimate and just memorable. He remembers how gentle he was for you despite your commands to ‘go harder’, ‘go faster’. He remembers the way your brows creased upon feeling him for the first time. He remembers the satisfaction that came with satisfying you. You satisfying him.

The memories make the desire take over completely, both hands falling from your breasts, one landing on your outer thigh and the other going straight to where you need it.

“You never fail to amaze me.” his voice is a couple of octaves deeper than usual, the lust usually having that effect on him.

You recline back a bit on your palms, inviting him to press closer against you. He doesn’t fail to comply, chest flat against yours as he keeps an inch's worth of space between your core and his bulge to allow room for his hand.

“Yeah? Prove it.” Your hand finds home in his messy jet-black hair, blindly guiding the long strands out of his eyes as your head is too lolled back to see him clearly. “Prove how I amaze you by watching how fast I can cum for you.”

Your words were random and rushed, spoken from a desire-fueled place, but incredibly enticing to his ears. This only added to his point.

His fingertips brush against your panties, creeping them into its waistband before wiggling the pesky fabric off of you completely and letting them fall to the floor in front of his feet. You shiver as a gust of wind hits you right where you need it, his fingers accompanying the minor relief and transitioning it into something much more pleasurable.

“How are you always so fucking wet?”

His tone was one of appreciation and frustration, the idea of you being in said state for him all of the time makes him almost irritated at how great you are.

“It’s the effect you have on me.”

Sipping two digits past your entrance, it’s not long until you feel the slender length of them brush right against the deepest, most pleasurable part of you only to retract and repeat until you feel like your moans could potentially cause you to lose your voice.

What’s embarrassing is that even though he’s going moderately slow, allowing for you to pick up on the rhythm and adjust as needed, you still find yourself squirming to the touch, your vocal ability seeming restless.

He pulls his fingers out before he can feel your convulsions any further, wanting to reserve your climax for a better ending.

“So fucking hard right now, jagi.” he speaks in what may be reassurance or an explanation as to why he stopped fingering you and started untying his sweatpants instead.

“If that’s the case you just gotta fuck me a little harder than usual. Put it to the test, y’know?”

He knows all too well as his length stands hard and almost swollen beneath his touch, his legs squirming the slightest bit as he strokes himself slowly, the lingering remains of your juices that were left on his fingers being something of a lubricant for him.

You whine in anticipation and gesture for him to continue as planned, reclining a little further back and spreading your legs wide for him.

His eyes are on yours as his tip almost magnetically lines with your core, automatically slipping in due to the slipperiness. Your moans are almost alike, pitch being the only differentiating factor. As he pushes halfway in, a light squelching sound is heard before it’s abruptly cut off by the skin of his hipbone slapping against yours as well as the yelp you let out.

“Yoongi…”

You don’t regret asking him to go hard moments ago as the newness is something you’re sure you can get used to very quickly and even die happily in. He’s usually soft and slow; sex between you both is almost always intimate and slow. So when he continues to fuck himself into you like it’s the end of the world, you can’t help but gradually melt away into that climatic pool of bliss a little quicker than usual.

Just as you began to mentally question how you were going to ever redeem yourself from potentially cumming too fast, his hips slow down and he pauses for a moment to catch his own breath and come back to earth for a moment.

“Fuck.” he mutters in a pant, forehead having just started to prick with sweat.

His hands engulf the tops of each of your thighs, bracing himself gently against you as you both allow your heavy breathing to sound up the whole room.

It’s not long until you miss that feeling of pleasure that was starting to creep its way into your lower stomach, so you begin to softly grind with his length still bottomed out in you.

He jolts at the unexpectedness but then molds into the pleasurable feeling that he benefits from it, an airy moan escaping from the depths of his throat.

Your arms lock around his sweaty neck, holding him close as your hips continue to grind onto him, his length rubbing your insides just right. His hands travel to your waist, gripping with slight pressure as if he doesn’t plan to ever let go.

Your moans as well as his are more of mumbled hums and whines rather than vigorous exclamations like how it was a moment ago. Those mumbled whines of yours pick up as his teeth latch onto the delicate skin of your neck, nibbling in a teasing yet comforting manner. You grind harder.

“Don’t stop, baby. Feels so good when you do that.”

You hum in response, easily complying with his request. The familiar sensation made its appearance in your abdomen after your pace picked up, the sensation slowly cascading throughout what feels like every bone and nerve in your body until it crashes down heavily into your lower stomach, releasing at your core that’s still filled with Yoongi.

“Yoongi, I’m c-cumming.”

He felt you as you pulsated around him, a familiar signal that lets him know whenever you're close, if not there. He doesn’t fail to get closer himself each time your pussy pulsates around him, suctioning him up so pleasurably until that same bone-felt feeling swallows him whole and spits him back out in the form of milky liquid pumping out of him and cascading deep inside of you.

And it’s not until you’re both frozen, busy soaking in that feeling, that you relish in the realization of how good you make each other feel. The warm mess of both your climaxes balancing between your bodies, waiting for the retraction so it can drip out, showcasing itself to your vision.

Yoongi hisses through his teeth upon pulling out, the sensitivity at its highest. You retract your sticky arms from his heated neck, falling back onto your palms as you watch him use the back of his hand to wipe his forehead.

His eyes catch you staring, a lazy smile creeping onto his dazed features.

“I should play more often.” he humorously notes, nodding over to the tile side of the piano. You laugh to the best of your abilities, exhaustion having already taken over your body and mind.

“You should.”

…

After he took the initiative to clean you both up with a warm rag and wipe any evidence off of the piano, he guided you to bed to which you both ended up having a pretty great sleep, to say the least.

~~~

A/N: ew not the “and they lived happily ever after, the end” lol don’t mind the ending it’s 3 am and this took me so long to finish 😭 anywho, hope u enjoyedddd <3

bibi i'm done reading the fanfics i marked can you rec me some? thank you 🥺 ✨

Hello, sweetheart! Here's a short list of the fics I'm currently going through. I also recommend you checking the #fic recs tag to see older readings I had. Have a good day ! (*)

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✧ ITS’ DEFINITELY YOU by @swcetnight : strangers to lovers. fluff angst and future smut. Ongoing series.

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✧ AFTER RAIN by @rmverse : fluff, angst, smut. patient! namjoon and reader.

✧ GRAFFITI AND CHALK by @hobipaint : angst and fluff. police officer and vandal au!

✧  TAHANAN by @taemaknae : fluff angst, roomates au! drabble series completed.

✧ DAGGER TO THE HEART by @imyourhobiii : angst, smut, friends to lovers. ongoing series.

✧ YOURS TRULY by @opaljm : angst, fluff, arranged marriage, future smut. ongoing series.

(*) : I’m sorry if the list isn’t long. I usually take my time reading everything, plus I’m super busy so I can’t really go over everything but I recomend you give these authors and any other your time and love. Usually, I’d give you the pairings too but honestly I think you should go into these with a blind eye despite the bts member and just dig them completely, they are super well written and catch your attention right away so I’m sure you will end up enjoying them. 

In case you still want to wait until they are finished or go over full reviews with my thoughts (which I doubt but just in case) I already scheduled my reblogs over particular chapters or the finals of some of these, but they aren’t free from spoilers so that’s a warning I guess. Still, I hope this helps and have fun reading!

hell is empty - JJK, KTH

↳ PART 09.3 of hell is empty

life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.

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pairing — drvg lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader

genre/rating — R | angst, fluff, smut, love triangle au

word count — 8.7K

play — sadderdaze by the neighbourhood

warnings/tags — single parent!reader, dad!JK, ex-boyfriend!JK, CEO!taehyung, strong language, mentions of infidelity (not between oc/jk/tae), mentions of infert!lity, therapy sesh with namjoon, oc lowkey snooping 🫣, she’s kinda thirsty today lmao, jungkook’s tattoos 😵‍💫, soft soft softttttt i cried

note: i promise this is the last part of…part 09 🤠 the drama must continue…this might be one of my fave parts :’)

“Something’s bothering you?”

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jungkook & taehyung being the sweetest around kids ♡ for @jung-koook

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Stay With Me | Perfect

exhusband!jungkook, singleparent!jungkook, unplanned pregnancy, E2L, fluff, angst, smut

Word Count - 3.5k

Your pregnancy hormones are wild enough to make Jungkook lose sleep. Warnings: swearing, explicit pregnancy sex, masturbation, tooth-rotting fluff

SERIES COLLECTION

“Jungkook…” You whisper, throwing a leg over him beneath the floral bedsheets, his bare muscular back pressed against your chest and your arm lazily draped over his middle as you pull yourself closer to him. “Jungkook….” You try again to coax a reaction from him, a little louder this time.

You’re not sure what time it is, what you do know is that it’s still dark outside and your pregnancy hormones are in full swing – the second trimester was a pain for impromptu horniness during your first pregnancy, and this one is proving to be no different.

Your ex husband is still asleep, giving that he sleeps through anything and everything under the sun you've been trying to wake him for five minutes now, but nothing is working. It’s times like this you detest how much of a heavy sleeper he is, when you’re desperate and in need of some kind of relief.

“Kook…” You pepper his shoulder blade with gentle kisses and he begins to stir, his heavy body stretching out in your hold when he hums once. “Kook… Are you awake?” You sigh, hand trailing the strong lumps and bumps of his abdomen.

“Mmm.” He hums again, smacking his lips together. You know full-well he’s still asleep, a fraction of you feels guilty for trying to disturb his slumber but there’s an ache between your thighs that you know he can soothe. An ache that you want him to soothe.

“Jungkook…” Your hand sinks lower and lower, until you find the waistband of the grey boxer shorts he’d worn to bed. Your fingertips dip beneath the fabric teasingly, you rub his skin a little harder but he still doesn’t seem to catch on to your frustration, lost to a dreamland. “Fine…” You huff, rolling onto your back to stare at the white ceiling, wide-awake.

Jungkook officially moved back in with you three weeks ago and your life has been a constant bliss ever since. He’s changed from his old stubborn ways, now helping with dinner and spending some much needed (and missed) quality time with you and Seol. You’re almost five months pregnant now, due for your gender scan tomorrow morning.

Seol came to your first scan appointment with you and Jungkook, the doe-eyed pair both tearing up upon hearing the baby Jeon’s tiny fluttering heartbeats which made you very emotional too. You're so full of love and joy recently, so much so that it almost outweighs the dreaded morning sickness you've been cursed with. It’s not the life you thought you would’ve had at this age, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Everything is perfect.

At least it would be if Jungkook woke up.

Feeling agitated and brazen you kick his shin, not hard, but not gentle either. This wins you another hum and some soft snores from the man beside you, one arm is bent beneath his pillow and the other hangs off the bed. There’s no sign of any movement so you try again with added force, kicking his shin and pushing his leg off the mattress with your foot.

“Mmm.” He smacks his lips together a few times again, the noise akin to him chewing something soft. You feel like screaming when his leg finds it’s way back to it’s original position on the bed and he squeezes his pillow tighter, nuzzling his cheek against it.

You exhale sharply, eyes trained to fluffy brunette hair gathered at the back of his dumb, selfish, still sound asleep head. Wow, pregnancy hormones are wild, you can’t recall the last time you were this pissed off and the poor guy’s fast asleep and has no idea.

“Jungkook.” You say loudly, sternly, burning a whole into his head.

Nothing, not even a hum or any sign of acknowledgement this time.

“Kook.” Your bitterness is amplified by another kick to his shin, this time maybe a little too hard to be considered an accident. Though there’s nothing accidental about what you’re doing and you’re fully aware of that fact.

“Jungkook. Kook. Jungkook.”

You poke at his back with your finger repeatedly, emphasising the call of his name but it’s to no avail. The man is out for the count and you know there’s nothing on earth that can disturb him when he’s in this deep of a sleep.

Sighing, you reach over to the bedside drawer and grab your battery operated boyfriend and shimmy your underwear down your legs in preparation. Thankfully you’re wearing a thin white cotton nightie with lemon detailing for bed, one of the only garments you own that still fit you by this point in your pregnancy, so it’s not too much of a hassle to set up station.

The neon pink bullet you’re holding finds it’s way to your clit when you press the on button, humming contently as the vibrations begin to ease the tension between your legs. You’re breathing heavier, the nape of your neck growing sweaty when you tuck your lower lip between your teeth to suppress shallow moans.

Like a poorly timed punchline of a bad joke Jungkook rolls over in bed, dark eyelashes still dusting the tops of his cheeks and lips still pouted as he snores. His strong inked arm finds your middle quickly and drags you closer to him, distracting you from the growing pleasure you’re giving yourself for a moment. It’s when you get back into the zone and close your eyes, focussing solely on how the vibrations feels against you that he smacks his lips together again.

“For god’s sake…” You groan flippantly, brain incapable of staying wholly committed to masturbating when your ex-husband is making chewing sounds right in your ear.

In this moment you don’t know which you’d prefer: fucking him, or killing him.

Increasing the bullet setting you sigh again, head lolling back against the pillow with a content hum. Thank god it’s doing something, you know that you’ll come soon enough if you can just focus on the task at hand. Sounds easy enough. You spread your legs a little wider, free hand coming up to cup your breast gently. Heat slowly floods your body and you know that your high is approaching, winning you to increase the speed again and suck in a breath at how sensitive you are.

Your mouth falls open, you’re so invested in the sensation deepening in your being that you don’t register that the snores have suddenly stopped. There’s no chewing sound anymore, there’s no sound at all save for the dull vibrations of every girl’s best friend.

“Y/N...?” Jungkook’s voice is quiet and heavy with sleep but it still finds a way to make you jump, eyes flying open and straight over to him.

Your ex-husband is looking at you with a tired smirk, a single brow raised as he blinks away the fatigue from his big, brown doe-eyes. Gaze flickering to the source of the noise he chuckles, the sound deep in his chest when his stare lands back on your face, the hold he has on your middle loosening. With equal parts embarrassment and caution you turn off the bullet, tossing it to the ground like nothing happened.

“Mmm?” Your lips make a flat line, fighting back an awkward smile.

At this Jungkook stretches again, big body shaking when he yawns – but still, he finds the strength to carefully climb on top of you, holding himself above your growing body with his arms. He’s smiling like an idiot, dark hair unruly and fluffy, sticking out in every direction to draw attention away from his puffy face.

“You should’ve woke me up.” He mumbles, lazily cocking his head to one side with judgement riddling his features.

You can’t stop the puff of air from escaping your nostrils, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. “I tried, trust me I tried.” You admit, laughing breathily.

“Not hard enough apparently.” He giggles, lowering his head to rest in the crook of your neck. “Next time just grab my cock and hop on, you know I don’t mind.”

Before you can respond his lips find yours, he kisses you gently, softly, albeit a little lazily. You kiss him back, bringing your hands to his messy hair where you tug on the locks very delicately, pulling him closer. It’s not long before a hum of approval falls from his mouth and into yours, along with his tongue and a weak moan. Using his knee he spreads your legs further apart, sucking timidly on your lower lip.

“I love you.” He whispers, voice croaky, lips making their way down to your jawline to litter the area with small kisses.

You exhale in bliss, a coy smile tugging the corners of your mouth, “I love you too.”

Jungkook’s breath is humid against your neck when he reaches one hand down to tug off his boxer shorts, kicking them out of bed. Spitting on his palm he smears the lubricant over his already hard cock, hooded eyes trained on you eagerly waiting for him to make you feel good. You offer him a kind, thankful smile and he chuckles in return.

“I’m serious, next time just wake me up. I’m never gonna get tired of waking up to you.”

You bite back a grin, “It wasn’t for lack of trying, nothing can wake you up.”

"Your vibrator woke me up." He reminds you with a tired smile, quirking a single brow.

"Sorry..."

“Roll onto your side.” He whispers, kissing you sweetly, voice so quiet it’s barely audible, and you oblige.

It’s when you’re lying on your left you feel his weight shift on the bed behind you, his warm hand carefully gripping your knee and lifting it in the air to give himself more room. Soon enough you feel the tip of his cock align with your slick entrance, he coats himself with some of it before slowly pushing himself inside. Your mouth falls open again, a content sigh escaping you when every inch is stuffed in your walls, you feel so full, so relieved yet still so frustrated all at once.

“You’re so beautiful…” He hums, adjusting his position until he’s right behind you, still holding your leg up in place. “So, so beautiful.”

“Please Kook…” You whimper shamelessly, pushing your hips back onto him.

“Don’t worry baby I’ve got you.” He kisses your shoulder, withdrawing himself almost entirely before pushing back in. It’s slow, very slow, intimate and almost docile. He’s fucking into you at a languid pace, keeping a steady rhythm that has you both breathing heavy and whispering profanities.

He replaces his hand on the bend of your knee with his forearm, dipping his fingers between your legs to massage your clit, just as leisurely as he’s making love to you.

“Oh-,” You exhale, a breathy groan betraying you, “Don’t stop, please… Don’t stop.” You beg him with tiny whispers, peering over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him.

Jungkook’s eyes are fluttered shut, kiss-swollen lips ajar, brows pinched ever so slightly as if he’s really concentrating on the feeling of what he’s doing to you. It’s when his tongue darts out to wet his lips that his shiny eyes slowly open, catching yours instantly. He smiles, breathing heavier and rubbing your sensitive area a little harder – never picking up the pace.

“Please don’t stop...” You repeat with a sigh, the familiar pang of heat beginning to envelop every nerve in your body.

He kisses your shoulder again, rolling his hips into you deeper with each thrust, being sure not to knock your stomach with his hand. “I don’t think I can,” He stifles a chesty moan by biting his lip, “I want you too much to stop.”

The combination of his lazy thrusts and inked fingers rubbing your clit has you close to reaching your peak, you’re quietly panting for air when your body grows even warmer than before. It’s when Kook’s shallow breaths turn to hushed grunts and groans that he pushes himself inside even deeper, filling you up to the brim all while sloppily massaging your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Jungkook…” You whine, chewing your lip to keep quiet. “Right there, shit, right there…”

“Mmmmph,” He hisses, feeling your walls beginning to tighten, “Come for me baby, wanna feel you c-come.” His words lost to the sound of a guttural moan escaping your lips, spilling into your hands that try to conceal the noise when you come intensely and seemingly out of nowhere, walls pulsating and throbbing around his thick cock.

“Shit shit shit shit…” Jungkook exhales shakily, gripping your hip to drag you back further onto his length. “Gonna come, fuck.” He squeezes his eyes shut, burying his face into your shoulder when his own orgasm reaches his peak and he spurts strings of hot come deep inside you, occasionally thrusting back into you to ride out his high.

With a bit of effort he pulls out of you with a breathy chuckle, falling back-first onto the bed before snaking his arms round your middle and pulling you close. You feel as though a huge weight has been lifted from your body, all your muscles soft and wobbly with post-orgasm bliss when you curl up against Jungkook’s strong chest, to which he plants a sweet kiss to your temple and sighs.

“Get some sleep,” He hums, hand reassuringly rubbing the spans of your torso, “Big day tomorrow, or today… What time is it?”

But you don’t answer him, sleep having finally come easy to you now that you’ve been taken care of. Jungkook laughs tiredly, smoothing out your hair before softly kissing your head, attempting to succumb to his own slumber that was so rudely interrupted by your whimpers and the dull vibrations of the bullet he hates so much.

Pregnancy is wild.

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“What if it’s two boys?” Seol grins from the chair at the far end of Dr Kim’s purple office, “It’ll be four boys to one girl at home.”

Oh god, truthfully you hadn’t thought of that. You’ll be outnumbered to say the least, and as discovered with Seol potty training boys can be somewhat difficult… And he was only one baby. Your eyes widen, mouth turning dry as Jungkook’s grip on your hand tightens. You’re both looking at the screen expectantly, Dr Kim pressing the medical device into your rounded abdomen to get a better look of the babies.

“I don’t think I could put up with four of you,” You snicker, playfully rolling your eyes, “You two are demanding enough as it is.” Despite Seol being thirteen now he is in fact quite the mommy’s boy, and now that you and Jungkook are back together he too is very needy for your attention. It’s nice though, it’s a lot nicer than things used to be between you both that’s for sure. You wouldn't change this for the world.

“I take it you’re hoping for two baby girls?” Dr Kim asks with a genuine, dimpled grin. Over the course of your pregnancy you’ve grown very fond of Dr Kim, especially since your HG diagnosis. He always checks in on you, never gets angry when Jungkook calls him at 3AM with concerns about your health. He’s just a great doctor, you feel safe in his presence and at this point you’d consider him to be more of a friend rather than a medical professional.

“Or just the one.” Jungkook beams, gnawing his lips anxiously, “One of each doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Well I can tell you that you won’t be blessed with a boy and a girl,” Dr Kim chuckles, “Babies are sharing the same sack meaning they’re identical. So they’re either both girls or both boys.”

Jungkook’s grip on your hand is strong enough for you to frown, wincing slightly. He’s so nervous bless his soul. It’s no secret that he wants to be a girl-dad, even when you were pregnant with Seol he hoped for a girl – longing for a daughter to protect and father, to braid her hair, hold her hand, support her dreams and show her the ways of the world and be her number one fan when she takes it by storm.

Of course he wasn’t disappointed with how things worked out in the end, he loves having a son now, someone to talk to about Marvel superheroes and arm wrestle with. Seol and Jungkook are one of the same, like they’ve been copied and pasted and their bond is unbreakable, they may be father and son but they're also best friends.

However you know that Kook longs for something different, a new parenting experience, and the way his features have washed pale and clammy is just a reminder of how much he’s really hoping for a baby girl. Well, two baby girls.

“We’ll be happy either way.” You smile, glancing at Jungkook who hasn’t stopped sweating or attempting to break your hand since you laid down on the doctors bed.

Kook nods in agreement, though his profile is still crumpled with anxiety, “Right… As long as they’re healthy.”

“Well everything looks good, heartbeats are perfect, babies are as big as they should be things look to be in order and healthy.” Dr Kim smiles, brows raising when he catches sight of something on the monitor you and Jungkook are clearly not noticing, “So would you like to know the gender now? Or we can have it put in an envelope for you to open privately, or we actually sell confetti cannons at the reception if you’re having a gender reveal—”

“Now.” Jungkook’s leg bounces impatiently, “We’d like to know now please.” He lifts your entwined hands to his lips, kissing your fingers gently.

“Y/N?” Dr Kim eyes you cautiously, making sure, “You’re sure you’d like to know?”

“Yes.” You nod quickly, heart racing in your chest which is comically obvious on one of the monitors hooked up to your fingertip. “We’d like to know now please, Seol come over and see!”

Dr Kim uses his right index finger to point to the screen, truthfully the image is nothing more than fuzziness and uncertainty to you, but you can make out the tiny faces that are looking to each other. One baby has their hand up displaying what looks to be a peace sign with their two exceptionally small fingers and you, Jungkook and Seol all laugh.

"That's my girl." Kook gasps, eyes big and rounded with astonishment.

"Or boy." Seol adds, taking pictures of the babies on his phone.

“Okay so do you see this here? This is baby number one’s pelvis,” The Dr is pointing at the screen, Seol is squinting at the image equally as confused as you but Jungkook seems to catch onto something you don’t, his grip loosening.

“Is that… A penis?” He says somewhat sheepishly, disappointment evident in his words.

At this Dr Kim bites back laughter, nose scrunching, “Not quite, that’s baby number two’s foot.”

“Oh.” Kook exhales, and you can’t help but snort. “I don’t see anything…”

“Exactly.” Dr Kim nods, a knowing grin pulling his plump lips when he continues to point at the screen, circling one area, “This is where baby’s penis would be, if she had one.”

Jungkook’s chin quivers, not once does he look away from the television, nor can he stop smiling, “She?” He asks for confirmation, doe-eyes glassy and swimming in emotions.

“She.” The Dr nods again, a heartfelt smile warming his features, “Congratulations mom and dad, you have two healthy baby girls on the way.”

You and Seol share a loving look, “I’m gonna have two little sisters! I can beat up their boyfriends and teach them karate!” He exclaims proudly, “Can I name one of them? That one will be my favourite—”

“That’s not how that works you can’t have a favourite Seol.” You roll your eyes with a giggle, using your free hand to hold your sons.

But to Jungkook your conversation fades to white noise, his heart is racing, grin stretching from ear-to-ear, he’s not sure if he’s even blinked since the revelation was made. He’s going to have two beautiful baby girls, two daughters, two tiny loves of his life to raise and protect. His chest bursts with pride, tears cascading down the skin of his cheeks. He tries to wipe them away with his jacket sleeve but it’s no use, he’s fucking sobbing, breath catching in his throat, vision blurred.

Everything is perfect.

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